Posted by Jim Mohr

 

2054

Hello, fellow citizen, my name is Dr. Robert Vollkerk. I’m from your future, the year 2054. Caution, please do not read my story if you are squeamish, weak at heart, or easily depressed. I’m writing this down on the wall of my cave, because history needs to be recorded. This may be my last day here on earth, but I have a battle I must face. It all started when the United States ran out of oil in the year 2025. Without oil to power the machinery, all industry, mining, and farming came to a halt, and thousands upon thousands of jobs ended. Almost over night, America became a third world country. Life as we once knew it ended.

Since 2003, the U.S. has been engaged in an endless, senseless war throughout eastern civilization. So all the strategic oil supplies only go to power the war machine and the control of its own citizens, leaving us citizens without oil to heat our homes, create jobs, or to power our farm machinery, or automobiles.

The same evil family has been in the White House for over fifty years now. Elections have given away to nepotism and assassinations. This government has been growing increasingly corrupt and greedy.

Without oil or coal to heat our homes, the oil companies soon realized that we citizens could use firewood instead. The oil company’s endless greed quickly prompted them to employee their corrupt politicians to lobby and gain title to all the forest land. Entire forests were leveled by the oil companies. In protest against the oil companies, fellow citizens burned down what they could. In a matter of months, this nation’s many forest lands became a thing of the past. The oil companies then began charging ten to fifteen times the fair market price for the wood to heat our homes. With unemployment and poverty at a level never seen before, we citizens could not afford the now desperately needed wood, but being caught with, “illegal wood” to heat our homes was grounds for the death penalty. Thousands of people froze that first winter.

Countless people migrated south to gain some relief from the bitter northern winters. Migration is now illegal and controlled by the government with heavy patrols, road blocks, and curfews. In the summer, without the electricity needed to power air conditioning, for some relief from the intense heat, combined with the ridiculous overcrowding, major cities in the South are now powder kegs with short fuses. When the fuses are ignited the deadly riots start. Ironically the U.S. and Mexican border is now heavily patrolled by the Mexican Border Patrol, to keep American citizens from crossing over into Mexico in search of a better life.

Decades ago, politicians bought and paid for by the oil companies made it illegal to research the possibilities of the development of alternative fuels. All records of this research were confiscated and valuable information were destroyed and lost forever. The scientists were imprisoned or executed, by a government controlled by greed and the oil companies.

Twenty years ago, a Texas rancher former politician smuggled in a herd of cattle from Mexico. As it turned out, the cattle had Mad Cow disease. Upon learning this, the rancher quickly took the herd of cattle to auction. With the use of his connections and corruptive power- also known as, “The good old boy factor,” the cattle were not inspected. The infected herd was sold off and quickly distributed throughout the United States, thus infecting every single herd in the U.S. Almost single handedly; “Ol’ Tex” destroyed our entire beef supply along with most of this country’s wild life.

Way back before the year 2000, some genius came up with the idea to radiate the seeds, which U.S. farmers bought to plant each year’s crop. This is done so the farmers could not plant the following year’s crop with the use of seeds produced from his previous year’s crop. The seeds would all be sterile. The flood of 2042 then destroyed all the producible seeds. Without crops in the fields to stop the erosion, prized farm land was washed away in the floods of 2042, leaving them unable to ever produce again. What were once highly productive fields now lay in barren waste. The United States, which could once feed the world, is now starving to death.

Thirty years old is now considered to be very old. Medical attention is only for the rich and powerful. The old are taken away and euthanized. As the politicians say, “Can’t have them using up our precious resources”. Girls are now sterilized at birth, also at birth, chips are injected, and barcodes tattooed on the back of the necks of both boys and girls. The chips and barcodes are used for identification purposes. The chips are also used for GPS location and to mark our predetermined social standing.

Boys and girls are drafted at the midlife age of thirteen. They are sent to war without proper training or supplies. Most never return. Those who do return are hardened and crippled by a hopeless, endless war. They just sit and silently stare.

Universities and schools of higher learning were all closed down and the books burnt. Literacy among citizens is now illegal. The government decided that the uneducated would be easier to control. Teachers were jailed or executed. I managed to kill two of the goverment monsters and escape; but for some strange reason my family seemed to be against my escaping. It appeared that they would have rather seen me be captured or killed, oddly they stayed behind. They must be drugged or brain-washed

There goes a rat; I must eat whatever I can, to maintain what little strength I have left for the impending battle to save my family. Before I go to battle did I mention that I hold a PhD in both nuclear-physics and micro-technology?

Postscript

My name is John Edwards; I meet Dr. Vollkerk five years ago while I also taught at the university. Two years after meeting Dr. Vollkerk he had become dangerously delusional. His family had to have him committed into a high security mental hospital. Dr. Vollkerk then killed two of the orderlies and escaped.

On the day Dr. Vollkerk climbed out of the uranium mine he had been hiding in. He carried a suitcase nuke that he had created; he entered a beautiful day complete with blue skies and singing birds. In the distance a freeway was crowed with gasoline, electric, and hydrogen powered automobiles and trucks. Farm machinery worked in abundant green fields. Passenger jets flew overhead. Herds of fat healthy cattle grazed in a nearby grassy field. Children were laughing and playing in a crowded school playground

Dr. Vollkerk placed his suitcase nuke at the base of the nuclear reactor with deadly pin point accuracy. The devastation was complete, both near and far, but unfortunately I survived. I’m writing this down on the wall of my cave, because history needs to be recorded.

 

 

 

 

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